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Fix & Clean-Tuesday Morning

So the weekend had been... interesting. The fallout from it all on Monday? Not so much.

Dwight was well aware of just how much he had changed since his youth, mentally and physically, and he paid the price for having 48 hours of sugar, boundless energy, almost no sleep, and childhood memories. A full day passed out in the apartment dealt with a lot of that. But as he finally pulled himself out of bed, got showered, and staggered downstairs into the workshop, there were still some things he was still mulling over (and likely would be for some time).

Being a kid again reminded him of what his childhood had been like, as much as he tried to not think about it too much. But that step back to his youth had opened the doors to a lot of memories. Some good. Like the memories of going hunting with his dad, exploring the woods, and the handful of memories he had of the entire family being together. Some not so good. Like memories of when his mother died, how abusive his father became afterwards, how the family splintered apart, and how he grew up longing for the day he could leave it all behind.

Thankfully the island had chosen an early time after his mother had died for him to relive. Before things had gotten too bad. But still, when looking back nearly 25 years into the past, age 9 to 12 is an easy jump to make... and Dwight's mind was full and a bit turbulent as he got the coffee started downstairs, opened the shop doors, and sat behind the counter.

Glancing at the oversized sword that lay on the workbench Dwight's lips curled into a slight smile remembering how he got it, or well the kid-friendly inflatable version at least. He would have to make sure he got in touch with Amaya and returned the blade to it's proper owner.

(Open post with SP disclaimer as usual!)

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Amaya had her class that morning, sure, but after that? She was off to see a man about a longsword.

~~not dirty~~

"Well, well, well!" she proclaimed with an unabashed grin as she swung on into the shop later that morning. "If it isn't Dwight the Dauntless himself! How went the dragon slaying? You manage to get any of those goblins?"

Read a room? Amaya Blackstone? Never!

Dwight looked up from the work bench where he was mindlessly fiddling with one of the blocks of wood. Seeing Amaya standing there, he gave a slight grin and a chuckle as the better, but more embarrassing, memories of the weekend came back to him.

"Ah alas, the island chose not to give young me any dragons or goblins to fight" he said with a sad smirk as he stood up, brushing the sawdust off his hands as he walked over to the counter where the longsword was carefully placed once he had found it when he finally woke up that morning.

"Well," said Amaya, with a nod, her eyes following Dwight as he went over to the sword and feeling an unexpected rush of relief to see that it was there and back to its former shiny steel glory as she suspected/hoped it might, "you're an honest knight, I'll give you that much. Could've just claimed that, clearly, you put in the work, you don't exactly see any dragons or goblins running around, now, do you?"

And there was Miguel, strolling in to get his coffee like nothing was different.

"Morning, Dwight. Should I apologize for calling you stupid?"

"Hey I'm smart enough to know a blade like this is worth MUCH more than a handful of pennies and a few odd jobs" he said with a nod towards the sword. "Though it "is" a bit tempting to ask what you actually want for it."

Dwight barely batted an eye as Miguel walked in, pretty much right on cue as the coffee had just finished perking.

"Pffft, please!" Dwight said with a chuckle. "Not the first time, won't be the last. And I'm sure I said some not so nice things back." Dwight nodded towards the coffee pot. "Help yourself. Ya get first pour. I haven't even made it over there for mine yet."

Yes, that was how distracted he had been that morning so far.

"You did. Don't worry, I was a brat." Miguel poured two cups, started to drink his, then paused. "Wait, do you take things in yours?"

The corner of Amaya's mouth curled up a bit, because, zounds, did that sure make her very dedication intention of turning this into a potential sale that much easier! What could she say? She was a businesswoman, and when opportunity knocked, she liked to open the door!

And she was fond of taking opportunity and shoving it through the door when it was also just passing by, minding its own business, too.

"Oh, a blade like that?" asked Amaya, oh-so-casually, as if she didn't have this answer pretty much locked and loaded and ready to go. "These days, would probably run you right around ~~handwavey price range up to and including maybe a soul~~. But I will remind you, negotiation just so happens to be one of my favorite words! And, if I'm not mistaken, I know of a certain someone who was recently commissioned to take on a rather considerable project over at my own shop that might be able to figure into the bargaining a bit...

"Besides," the grin grew a little wider, "you'd be doing me a favor, saving me from having to lug the blasted thing all the way back across the island!"

"Eh I'm not usually too picky, so long as it has caffeine in it...but today is a definite black coffee day!"

"Well when you put it that way...." Dwight stalled as if he was still trying to decide if he wanted to keep it or not. "How about we call it half the upcoming work for the shop and the rest now in shiny coin?" Dwight asked as he headed to cash box under the counter. "Unfortunately I don't have any gold coins laying around" he added with a slight smirk. "Hopefully this will suffice?"

"Ohhhh," Amaya's doubtfully considering tone did not at all match the spark in her eyrs, "I think I might be able to make an exception in this case."

"Right." Miguel brought Dwight's over and slid it to him. "How's the bed coming, anyway? Don't imagine you got much done this weekend."

Dwight nodded. "Well if you could then I think we may have an agreement on this." Dwight looked at Amaya and gave a slight smile. "Trough I still owe ya for putting up with mini-me hanging out at your shop all afternoon. Hope Dwight the Dauntless wasn't too much of a handful."

"Ah it's coming. Should hopefully get it finished up tomorrow and then I think I seriously need that break" Dwight said taking a drink "This weekend was a bit...much."

Amaya made a prompt and firm ppffft sound of dismissal, throwing in a wave of her hand to match. "Barely even a thimblefull!" she assured him. "Trust me, compared to some of the times I've got kids poking around the shop, you were an angel. Hard worker, too, and that's something I'll always welcome. It can be quite a doozy, though, that weekend. I'm pretty sure it's the first time I actually got to skip on out of it, myself."

"Yeah the weekend itself wasn't bad. Was actually kinda fun," Dwight mused. "This aftermath though... it's definitely bringing up things I haven't thought about in quite some time."

Ya know... memories... emotions... all those annoying sorts of things.

Now...Amaya didn't really know too much about...emotions, and things like that...in fact, this ignorance was a bit of a point of pride for her, but even she could now feel that shift in the overall mood of things, and, well, she wasn't sure quite how to navigate that sort of current.

"Erm," she said, eloquently. "Well...you know..." Her hand moved again, in a gesture as vague as the words themselves, "that's just the thing with the past, isn't it? It's in the past. And that's where it can stay. Erm, except when it doesn't. But now that's past, too!"

Brilliant work, Amaya. Top notch discourse, truly.

"So! About that sword! If you're going to keep it after all, what next? Nice display for the shop? Not to toot my own horn, but it's be a shame to just keep it packed up, if you ask me. Best keep it somewhere you can get to it quickly, too, round here, never know what might pop up, could actually come in real handy one day!"

"Sounds good," Miguel said. "You've got my number for the move and the break both."

"Will be in touch soon I'm sure" Dwight said. "Given any thought to where you wanna head? Or just jump in the truck and drive and let fate decide?"

Dwight laughed and shook his head as he finished the coffee he had sitting beside him. Amaya almost looked adorable when she got all flustered like that.

He gave her a considering gaze for a moment then looked to the sword then back to her. "Ya know, you are right. It definitely needs a proper display of some kind. Think a wall mount will be good for something so heavy? Or should I work up a floor or table stand for it? What would you suggest in your expert opinion?"

The breath of relief that escaped Amaya as Dwight laughed and took the bait on the subject change was not subtle, and she took a moment to just appreciate the fact that she didn't need to pull out the whole 'good heavens look at the time!' bit whilst consulting a watch that she was definitely not wearing to get out of this one.

Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, being slingshotted back to childhood was obviously going to dig up all sorts of trauma that you thought was long gone and buried for everyone, right? Didn't mean you just had to go and leave them all out there on the surface like lawn ornaments! You put them right back under the dirt as far as you could get 'em where they belonged!

"In my expert opinion?" she asked, lifting her brows a moment as she took a gander around at the space. "Well, you've seen my shop; you know I'm a big fan of weapons on a wall. Good statement piece, functional decor! And you've got the added benefit of not even have to worry about mounting it too high to reach in pinch, as well!"

Oh Amaya...believe him. He was already pushing things down as much as he could. This spill over was nothing compared to the full rolling emotions that lay under the surface. Count yourself lucky. Very lucky.

"Well wall display it is then" he said with an affirming nod. "Think I've got a nice piece of mahogany in the back room that would be perfect for something like this. And just in time too because aside from the things for your shop, I was just about done with things on my to-do list. Bed is just about done so that will be crossed off soon as I get it moved upstairs. So, good timing there, Amaya. Appreciate it."

But see? See? No need to dredge anything up, you could just fill those holes right back up with work! Amaya did it all the time, and look how well-adjusted and capable of handling emotions she was!

....

Ahem.

But one emotion she had no issue with was pride, and so she gave a small smile and a stout nod in response. "Looking forward to seeing what you'll come up with," she said, "and maybe if it all works out, I'll know when to send the next person looking for a nice way to show off whatever piece they pick up."

"Will definitely let ya know soon as it is done. Gotta get the Blackstone seal of approval after all" Dwight said with a quick wink.

"I don't get on road trips very often," Miguel said. "Just jump in and go sounds good."

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